February 7, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

This feels like heaven, nirvana. Words do little justice to the impression I am left with. Such….peace. Finally. Finally I feel peace. I can rest. I care not about going any further or to something greater, as this does indeed suffice. I look around……..off in the distance ahead stand silver mountains, dramatically pushing through the white, billowing clouds above & covered in greenery from the foliage and trees growing on them. A light green carpet of grass stretches out in every direction, the simple, beautiful monotony of it broken by the occasional old, twisty tree. I hear the sound of water. I look behind me and a mighty river bubbles up into view, its current rushing along in slow motion, making every glint of sunlight reflecting off the surface seem like diamonds that have been suspended in time. I have nothing to say, I don’t even shed a tear of happiness; the only feeling I have at this moment is peace. Serenity. I feel like I am home again.

I inhale deeply, the smell of flowers filling my nostrils, and I close my eyes. Through my closed lids I detect a shadow come over me and I look up to the sun, now wrapped up in bands of clouds and it pulsates. The clouds quickly engulf it and turn it into an opaque, throbbing ball but I am alright with it. The air has a different sort of feeling to it, but it is still very pleasant. Suddenly, the sun bursts forth from the clouds, turning them to steam, and I explode in flames. I feel no physical pain, but am very aware that my entire body is alight, even my eyes, and I hear the roaring sound that usually accompanies a large fire. I inhale slowly, deeply; a concentrated tingling feeling takes over my limbs & head and the heat is not unbearable-it is consistent but not uncomfortably hot. I walk toward the mountain and, able to see in a 360 degree view, notice the prints I am leaving in my wake. Although I walk with my feet, I leave fiery hand prints behind me, black ones that burn the earth. Nothing smells like it is burning, quite the contrary, I can still smell the flowers everywhere.

Within minutes into my journey toward the mountain, I hear a distant whinnying and look up at the sun, which has now turned black but is somehow still as bright as before and notice a dark, winged creature flying out from it. It takes only seconds to approach me: a beautiful black horse with wings. It dramatically swoops past me, bull snorting out of it’s flared nostrils and takes off back to the sun, kicking it’s legs with every downward thrust of it’s feathery, black wings. It eventually collides with the sun, instantly turning it into the moon, which causes the ground beneath my feet to split, leaving a gap in the ground of about 6 inches or so. I wake up.